Rig Veda
tan nu vocāma rabhasāya janmane pūrvam mahitvaṃ vṛṣabhasya ketave aidheva yāman marutas tuviṣvaṇo yudheva śakrās taviṣāṇi kartana
Now let us publish, for the vigorous company the herald of the Strong One, their primeval might. With fire upon your way, O Maruts loud of voice, with battle, Mighty Ones, achieve your deeds of strength.
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Bringing the pleasant meath as 'twere their own dear son, they sport in sportive wise gay at their gatherings. The Rudras come with succour to the worshipper; self-strong they fail not him who offers sacrifice.
yasmā ūmāso amṛtā arāsata rāyas poṣaṃ ca haviṣā dadāśuṣe ukṣanty asmai maruto hitā iva purū rajāṃsi payasā mayobhuvaḥ
To whomsoever, bringer of oblations, they immortal guardians, have given plenteous wealth, For him, like loving friends, the Maruts bringing bliss bedew the regions round with milk abundantly.
ā ye rajāṃsi taviṣībhir avyata pra va evāsaḥ svayatāso adhrajan bhayante viśvā bhuvanāni harmyā citro vo yāmaḥ prayatāsv ṛṣṭiṣu
Ye who with mighty powers have stirred the regions up, your coursers have sped forth directed by themselves. All creatures of the earth, all dwellings are afraid, for brilliant is your coming with your spears advanced.
yat tveṣayāmā nadayanta parvatān divo vā pṛṣṭhaṃ naryā acucyavuḥ viśvo vo ajman bhayate vanaspatī rathīyantīva pra jihīta oṣadhiḥ
When they in dazzling rush have made the mountains roar, and shaken heaven's high back in their heroic strength, Each sovran of the forest fears as ye drive near, aid the shrubs fly before you swift as whirling wheels.
yūyaṃ na ugrā marutaḥ sucetunāriṣṭagrāmāḥ sumatim pipartana yatrā vo didyud radati krivirdatī riṇāti paśvaḥ sudhiteva barhaṇā
Terrible Maruts, ye with ne'er-diminished host, with great benevolence fulfil our heart's desire. Where'er your lightning bites armed with its gory teeth it crunches up the cattle like a well-aimed dart.
pra skambhadeṣṇā anavabhrarādhaso 'lātṛṇāso vidatheṣu suṣṭutāḥ arcanty arkam madirasya pītaye vidur vīrasya prathamāni pauṃsyā
Givers of during gifts whose bounties never fail, free from ill-will, at sacrifices glorified, They sing their song aloud that they may drink sweet juice: well do they know the Hero's first heroic deeds.
śatabhujibhis tam abhihruter aghāt pūrbhī rakṣatā maruto yam āvata janaṃ yam ugrās tavaso virapśinaḥ pāthanā śaṃsāt tanayasya puṣṭiṣu
With castles hundredfold, O Maruts, guard ye well the man whom ye have loved from ruin and from sin,— The man whom ye the fierce, the Mighty ones who roar, preserve from calumny by cherishing his seed.
viśvāni bhadrā maruto ratheṣu vo mithaspṛdhyeva taviṣāṇy āhitā aṃseṣv ā vaḥ prapatheṣu khādayo 'kṣo vaś cakrā samayā vi vāvṛte
O Maruts, in your cars are all things that are good: great powers are set as 'twere in rivalry therein. Rings are upon your shoulders when ye journey forth: your axle turns together both the chariot wheels.
bhūrīṇi bhadrā naryeṣu bāhuṣu vakṣassu rukmā rabhasāso añjayaḥ aṃseṣv etāḥ paviṣu kṣurā adhi vayo na pakṣān vy anu śriyo dhire
Held in your manly arms are many goodly things, gold chains are on your chests, and glistering ornaments, Deer-skins are on their shoulders, on their fellies knives: they spread their glory out as birds spread out their wings.
mahānto mahnā vibhvo vibhūtayo dūredṛśo ye divyā iva stṛbhiḥ mandrāḥ sujihvāḥ svaritāra āsabhiḥ sammiślā indre marutaḥ pariṣṭubhaḥ
Mighty in mightiness, pervading, passing strong, visible from afar as 'twere with stars of heaven, Lovely with pleasant tongues, sweet singers with their mouths, the Maruts, joined with Indra, shout forth all around.
tad vaḥ sujātā maruto mahitvanaṃ dīrghaṃ vo dātram aditer iva vratam indraś cana tyajasā vi hruṇāti taj janāya yasmai sukṛte arādhvam
This is your majesty, ye Maruts nobly born, far as the sway of Aditi your bounty spreads. Even Indra by desertion never disannuls the boon bestowed by you upon the pious man.
tad vo jāmitvam marutaḥ pare yuge purū yacchaṃsam amṛtāsa āvata ayā dhiyā manave śruṣṭim āvyā sākaṃ naro daṃsanair ā cikitrire
This is your kinship, Maruts, that, Immortals, ye were oft in olden time regardful of our call, Having vouchsafed to man a hearing through this prayer, by wondrous deeds the Heroes have displayed their might.
yena dīrgham marutaḥ śūśavāma yuṣmākena parīṇasā turāsaḥ ā yat tatanan vṛjane janāsa ebhir yajñebhis tad abhīṣṭim aśyām
That, O ye Maruts, we may long time flourish through your abundant riches, O swift movers, And that our men may spread in the encampment, let me complete the rite with these oblations.
eṣa va stomo maruta iyaṃ gīr māndāryasya mānyasya kāroḥ eṣā yāsīṣṭa tanve vayāṃ vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum
May this your laud, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's son, Mandarya, Bring offspring for ourselves with food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.